Hush’d Be the Camps Today
\nMay 4, 1865 <\/b>
\nby Walt Whitman<\/i><\/p>\n
Hush’d be the camps today,
\nAnd soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,
\nAnd each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
\nOur dear commander’s death.
\nNo more for him life’s stormy conflicts,
\nNor victory, nor defeat — no more time’s dark events,
\nCharging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.
\nBut sing poet in our name,
\nSing of the love we bore him — because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.
\nAs they invault the coffin there,
\nSing — as they close the doors of earth upon him — one verse,
\nFor the heavy hearts of soldiers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hush’d Be the Camps Today May 4, 1865 by Walt Whitman Hush’d be the camps today, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commander’s death. No more for him … Continue reading